Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Pursue the true meaning of magic and find the origin of magic."

"Discover the secret of life and pursue the secret of eternal life."

"That is the great Dark Lord, the only king in the wizarding world."

“He walks between light and darkness, He travels between the past and the future.”

"He hid his thoughts deep in his mind, and hid his body on the top of the snow-capped mountains."

"He is great and holy..."

Songs filled the Sioux sacred site, accompanied by dancing Death Eaters.

Voldemort sat cross-legged opposite them, expressionless on the Dark Lord's throne.

At this moment, his heart felt like an ancient well.

Just because this is the 584th attempt in six months.

His desire for success is no longer as eager as it was at first.

Instead of anticipating the outcome, focus on the process.

Which sentence's rhythm needs to be changed, which dance steps need to be adjusted, and how to get closer to the sacrificial dance of the tribal shaman are all questions he is thinking about.

Therefore, his eyes were extremely focused, observing every subtle movement of every Death Eater.

"Will it be successful this time?" Luna asked curiously, standing behind the prairie witch.

Neville, who was taciturn, also looked at the prairie witch curiously.

"I have no idea."

The prairie witch replied with a wry smile, and then looked at the man on the throne with admiration.

If it were said before, he couldn't understand why this person was so powerful.

So now, his mentality has completely changed.

He even had the idea in his mind that "this person should be so powerful."

In the past six months - if counted from the first meeting, it had been more than seven months - he had witnessed Voldemort's diligence, concentration, and perseverance to never give up.

The Death Eaters who just sang and danced every day had changed a lot, but Voldemort still worked hard every day.

With such perseverance, amazing talent, and inexhaustible resources, there is really no reason for the person in front of him not to succeed.

"How long did it take you to develop the sacrificial dance?" Luna asked.

"That's not something we studied, Luna, it's something that has been passed down from generation to generation."

The prairie witch shook his head and said, "Since I can remember, I have never seen a new tribe born, let alone anyone studying sacrificial dance."

Luna listened and lamented vigorously.

She was fed up with living in the mountains. If the Prairie Witch hadn't taught her something and Voldemort was here again, she would have left long ago.

On the other hand, Neville beside her was enjoying this sweet life.

"kindness?"

Luna, who was looking at Neville, suddenly noticed surprise on Neville's face.

She quickly followed the other person's gaze to look at Voldemort, and sure enough, she saw Voldemort reaching for the void.

"Succeeded?" she asked eagerly.

"Shhh."

The prairie witch put his index finger on his lips to remind him to keep his voice down.

Luna nodded vigorously, but her eyes never left Voldemort.

Voldemort, who was sitting on the Black Snake Throne, was turning his palms in confusion at this time - he saw the light of faith, but that light could not be caught.

Could it be that the light of faith that belongs to oneself cannot be used by oneself?

Full of doubts in his heart, he raised his wand and tried to restrain it with magic.

"Whoosh~"

The curse was in vain, but it did not shake the light of faith in the slightest.

Voldemort once again tried to use magic, a pensieve, and even his brain to install it, but unfortunately it still didn't work.

This light of faith seems to not belong to this world at all.

Voldemort turned his head and looked at the totem poles behind him in confusion, wondering how they gathered the light of faith together.

"Maybe...this is okay."

Voldemort's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand to press between his eyebrows.

Not long after, he pulled out a corner of the world's armor, and the light it emitted was exactly the same as the light of faith.

Voldemort carefully dragged the world's cloak and wrapped it towards the light of the world.

"Wow~~"

The light of the world makes the sound of flowing water and flows into the world's armor.

After hesitating for a moment, Voldemort put the world cloak wrapped in the light of faith back into the world of memory.

At the same time, his consciousness also entered the world of memory.

"Boom~~~"

As soon as he entered, Voldemort heard a familiar roar.

When he forged the world, there would be such a sound here.

But this time, he didn't forge the world?

With such doubts, Voldemort looked at the place where the roar came from, which was the center of the memory world.

At this time, a beam of light was rising from the ground, slowly penetrating the entire world.

"Light of faith?"

Voldemort looked at the light in confusion, not knowing what it was going to do.

After hesitating for a moment, he did not stop it, but allowed it to develop.

The sound of "rumbling" continued without stopping for a long time.

The light pillar extended up and down, as if it was reaching the end of the world.

Finally, its top reaches the world first, followed closely by its lower end.

For a moment, Voldemort felt that the whole world became much stronger, as if this illusory world had the illusion of multiplying into reality.

Illusion, this is important.

Because Voldemort can truly realize that this world is still false.

Looks real.

Perhaps this is the most correct way to describe the world.

"That is……"

Just after feeling the world, Voldemort saw the end of the world and a large amount of world light poured in.

They seemed to be attracted by something, rushing towards them like morning glow.

Immediately afterwards, they entered the pillar of light.

As the light beam becomes more solid, the world becomes more real.

"If the light of faith enters infinitely, will this world become a real world?"

Voldemort murmured, but saw that the light of faith had disappeared.

He quickly returned to consciousness, and then looked at the Death Eaters in front of him. Sure enough, they had stopped dancing.

"Then sing, then dance."

Voldemort waved his hand, and then eagerly returned to the world of memory.

Not long after, the light of faith poured in again, but the size was much smaller than before.

After repeating this seven times, the Death Eaters were tired of dancing, and the light of faith finally stopped appearing after the eighth time.

"Is it never going to happen, or is it temporary?"

This is a question that has no answer, but it can be verified by trying it.

"Success?"

Seeing that the Death Eaters began to stop and rest, the Prairie Witch couldn't wait to step forward and asked.

"Successful." Voldemort nodded.

"Is there any difference in that power?" Prairie Witch continued to ask curiously.

Voldemort felt it and tried to mobilize that power when using magic. As a result, it remained motionless in the memory world and was completely uncontrollable.

"I can't see anything special yet, Prairie Witch, but I will continue to research. If I find anything..."

Voldemort turned his head and glanced at the totem pole behind him. There was a sea of ​​light of faith there, "I will communicate with you."

He said this with a smile, a little greedy in his eyes.

If those powers didn't belong to a kind of totem pole instead of him, I think he would have been eager to send them into the world of memory and become part of the backbone of that world.